Pansy 
august 19 
Thoughts. 
Thoughts flit and flutter through the mind; 
As o’er the waves the shifting wind; 
Trackless and traceless is their flight, 
As falling stars of yesternight, 
Or the old tidemarks on the shore, 
Which other tides have rippled o’er. 
J3o WRING. 
AUGUST 20 
Parsley 
Festivity. 
Blest be those feasts with simple plenty crown’d, 
Where all the ruddy family around 
Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail, 
Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale. 
pOLDSMITH. 
AUGUST 21 
Passion Flower 
Holy love. 
We see Thy hand—it leads us, it supports us; 
We hear Thy voice—it counsels and it courts us; 
And then we turn away, and still Thy kindness 
Forgives our blindness. 
John J3o wring. 
